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[Brinie]

Welcome To Nebuline

Nebula Explorers Guild is led by the honorable and esteemed Murkrow: vanquisher of the Ebonprawl tide, conqueror of Ne’er-do-wells, and paragon of all things just. He is a bird of many titles, but for the foremost–he is simply addressed as Guildmaster. Guildmembers are the peacekeepers, explorers, and the ruling authority on the islands. The Nebula Adventure Guild’s main base of operations is located on Dewspore Isle. Dewspore Isle is Nebulines central and largest island. Primarily, the landmass consists of lush vegetation: forests, and jungles, with fertile grassland scattered throughout. Peaceful–much like the bulk of the main islands, with civilization scattered all over the large stretch of land. Reeftide is the capital town of the isle and home to the guild’s central base, providing a catalog of amenities to its civilians. Kecleon Shop deals in a variety of goods, here, explorers may pawn and barter to receive items to bolster their skillset. Amberveil Isle is a canvas of gold, with rolling plains and the most beautiful sunsets one might find on the island. Temperate in temperature, Amberveil provides a comfortable spot of land for Fire, Ground, and Rock types. There is a single hotspot of civilization on this island in the form of Sunspire Town. Sunspire town is small and homely, and the mere sight of it tends to evoke a feeling of nostalgia in onlooker's bellies. As small an island as it is, it has primarily been relieved of turmoil or strife in areas lacking development. Ebonshade Isle is unique among the islands. Tall, slender trees, stretch towards the sun, providing a blanket of protection away from Nebuline’s burning sunlight. Ghost types linger here, serene and docile in their tranquil beauty. Inhabitants of Nebuline often travel to this island to give their respects to their departed loved ones. Ebonshade provides a comfortable climate to Psychic, Dark, and Ghost types. By the shores, you will find Shadowgrove Town. While there have been no incidents of violence, the inhabitants are wary of outsiders. Auroradrift Isle is the most challenging of the civilized isles. The peaks of its mountainous terrain are visible from Dewspore. A chill will begin creeping down your veins the moment you set foot on the maverick that is Auroradrift, it is ill-advised to travel here without making ample preparation–despite its nomenclature as a “civilized” island. The peaks are much more temperate than the surface of the island, serving as a home for myriad dragon types in the world above the clouds. Meanwhile, Ice and Fighting types attend to the Earth below. Fighting types often brave the island as a test of strength, traveling to one of the isle’s many waterfalls during the summer to meditate and hone their craft. Golden Emberr Isle is the second largest, and most populated island in Nebuline. It is often called a reflection of Dewspore, due to how ample civilization is here. While it is home to a great many types, Bug, Grass, and Normal types have carved quite the home for themselves here. Briar Town is the epicenter of civilization on this island, and the premium spot to trade goods and make new friends. Mirage Bay lies on the furthest end of Nebuline. It is at the cusp of the mist that surrounds the archipelago and it is rumored to be the source of the fog that protects the islands. One should not stray too far without being accompanied. The Fairy types that inhabit the island have a penchant for mischief. Outsiders are frequently the subject of pranks, some much more meanspirited than others. A border separates the two vestiges of civilizations that form this society. Glowdelve is inhabited by Fairy types, and its path will seldom present itself to outsiders. Travelers will find themselves lost on the road to the village without the proper guidance. By contrast, Thunderreach welcomes outsiders and it is primarily inhabited by electric and steel types. There have been small skirmishes and incidents of strife between the two villages, but the Nebula Explorer’s Guild has been adept at keeping the peace. Glowdelve sees Thunderreach’s presence as an intrusion, whereas Thunderreach merely seeks to use the island’s untapped resources to craft items in service to the explorer’s guild. Nebuline is home to many other, smaller, ‘uncivilized’ islands that the Explorer’s Guild advises against traveling to. With many of these islands, adventurers are outright restricted without the proper rank. Uncivilized islands are home to dangerous Pokemon, unlikely to listen to reason. Furthermore, the geography of the isles is always changing; new islands appear and disappear without a trace.

 

[Brinie]

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Move List: [Four moves. We are not going strictly by game logic. We will, however, roughly follow the same power guidelines. Flamethrower > Ember. Narrative and storytelling take priority over game logic. Rule-of-cool n’ all that. Pretend you are level 10 for the sake of this list.]

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Rescue Team: [TBD. Leave blank, but keep space for later editing.]

Biography: [Don’t stress about this section too much. Uniquely–we are writing the backstory for Pokemon, so I am not going to force a word count or anything crazy. Think about where they grew up, what trials they might have faced, their connection to their parents, and their dreams for the future. If you’re feeling generous, throw in a plot hook or two for your GM to emotionally torment you with later >:)) ]

 

[Brinie]

Slick The Larvitar

Nickname: Slick Species: Larvitar Gender: Male Appearance: Skinny–for a Larvitar, with a height a few centimeters too small. Undoubtedly, Slick is a runt for his kin, but he is never one to let it show. His countenance is unshakably firm. His uniquely grey eyes blow past anything they fall on, like the blade of a bulldozer–ready to trample any obstacle that blocks his path. Atop his head lies a dim set of glassware that he is never without. When prompted, Slick will swear that he wears them because they make his attacks hit harder, rather than any sense of vanity. Move List: Bite, Rock Throw, Leer, Tackle. Personality: Slick believes that the word "impossible," is a mere suggestion for the meek. That word is a shackle, meant to keep the doo-ers chained, so that they may never flutter their wings in reach for the skies. He takes it as a challenge, to be the first to go where no others have survived and to return with untold treasures strapped to his back. He wishes the best for everyone he comes across, and through those shaded lenses, what he sees is their best side. Slick is an optimist, and he is not one to allow others' past to sour their future. No matter what they might have done, or how they might have wronged him–he believes that there is always a chance for a clean slate. His thought process would be best mapped out by a straight line. The simplest option is always the best one, and the only one that he considers. His straightforwardness does not leave much time for planning and he often creates irreparable situations when allowed to act without restraint. Reckless, as he might be, his single-mindedness habitually discerns answers where others can only see more questions. Home Isle: Amberveil Isle Rescue Team: TBD Biography: Living in Amberveil Isle, Slick was never short of positive influences and opportunities to create friendships. His family was not the conventional sort. His appearance in Amberveil was one of the quaint town's most burning mysteries. Despite his rocky heritage, his siblings are much unlike himself. Whereas he would find sanctuary among the rocky caverns of a mountain, his siblings would feel more at home in a straw nest. For when the young Larvitar erupted from his egg, he found himself surrounded by a collection of feathery Farfetch'd, who were quick to cry for their mother upon seeing his pebbly face creak out through the eggshells. Somehow, he found his egg mixed in where he did not belong. But his mother had imprinted on him all the same. Their differences were hardly obstacles to be overcome. There were some struggles, in particular, as it pertains to their meals of choice. But with time, his parents were fast and careful learners. Life is quiet in Amberveil Isle. Too quiet for a lone Larvitar with a burning desire to prove himself. Traveling outside of his nest, he'd spend a great deal of time bashing his head against nearby boulders to keep his horn sturdy. Other times, he'd go exploring the various caverns in search of rare gemstones that he could sell to travelers. More often than not, those travelers were members of the local guild. He took the time to remember their faces and chatted often enough that he knew a few of their names. It only took one conversation for one of them to make a terrible mistake. It was such an innocuous thing too, an off-hand comment made thoughtlessly. "Your father would be proud if he saw you now," was the sentence uttered by regretful lips. The poor Pikachu had a face of horror as the realization of what it had spoken out loud hit him. It set off a chain of questions in a mind, that for so long, was free from the burden. A mad march sent the Larvitar home, where he then shotgunned a volley of questions into his parents' ears. Eventually, the truth, found his. Slick's parents knew who his biological father was before he had even hatched. A Tyranitar who was a proud member of the Nebula Explorer's Guild. Slick was left with the family as a favor, the Farfetch were to watch over the young Larvitar until his father returned. Slick's father was sent away on some dangerous mission to an unexplored island, a mission so dangerous, that he had not expected to even return. The Farfetch'd intended to keep this heirloom stashed away for some time longer, but when they saw how distressed Slick was they felt responsible to alleviate that any way they could. A pair of jet-black sunglasses are the only trinket he has from his father. Since receiving them, he is never without them. Pulled by whim alone, Slick decided to venture horn first into the latest of the Guild's recruitment drives. His desires are multifaceted. While the whimsical nature of the guild is reason enough for him to join, there is a burning desire to find out what happened to his father and their exploration team.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

Accused, Ghastly Widow

Momo The Misdreavus

★★★★★★

Male / Ebonshade Isle / Mischievous Thief

Moveset: Psybeam | Screech

Moveset: Headbutt | Swift

Appearance

Unlike Natural Misdreavus hoards, Momo has a slightly differing coat. Bluish-greens had never came around his robes of flourishing mist-because he tends to have more of a purplish hue. The same pinkish-magenta highlights, though, stay the same on his hair but also tends to be a bit longer than the natural picture that comes to mind from this Pokémon. Another mini detail are the clear diamond-like teardrops aligned with both sides of Momo's face. He'd technically refer to them as 'earrings' if that was a thing in his book of knowledge. The beaded necklace around his neck has two big orbs instead of one-not in the front and back, but rather diagonally set. Lastly, a small fog of matching color with the 'skin' or 'main body' to a misdreavus is accentuated at the very back of Momo. A small tail can be formed, or whatever shape just naturally comes. A squirrel tail, or bunny tail for reference-after all, it's only mist.

Background

Hatched within Ebonshade Isle, a Misdreavus wasn't necessarily 'out of place'. Well, in that way. Momo had often gotten weird looks from his parents, who were both proper Mismagius. He didn't quite know why he got those type of stares, and mainly drifted around in a gloom because he figured he disappointed his kin. But, eventually, a pond just set astray had let him take in his own reflection. if he compared his ownself to the others, he'd see plenty of difference. The big necklace wound around him was too much-seriously, why were there 2 big orbs?

Momo used to think putting them straight forward would make things look better, since the back bead would be hidden by his hair. Overcoming the such fear was because he knew better than that to sulk. If he looked different, it showed uniqueness, rather being stuck up. Yet, since ghost types often were depicted as bullies, he never hung around a big group of them.

But after a while, a Haunter-who was probably much older than him since close to an evolution-had offered a friendship. Momo had no reason to reject, and decided it was a time for a change. He had left his Mismagius family and went towards the Gengars of where his friend had a home at. As usual for a Haunter, they were pranksters like how Momo wanted to be too. And so he got raised differently; slightly at least. Though, when a Haunter became a Gengar, Momo was to be discarded from the pack. It hurt more on the receiving end over anything, but Momo left since it was wanted.

When returning back to his real family, only his 'sister' was there. She took him in, but had mentioned that their parents had went far off. Eventually, most Pokémon get left by their parents so it didn't matter much anyways...right? But growing restless was not an option, he wanted to do something that someone could like him for; not for bad stuff like how he did in the past. When coming straight on at the chance of recruitment from the Guild, Momo was boisterous.

Personality

Momo, the mischievous Misdreavus, carries a personality as vibrant as his spectral appearance. With a sharp tongue and a penchant for trouble, he revels in creating chaos wherever he drifts. Snarky and stubborn, he doesn’t shy away from making biting remarks, often leaving others exasperated. His sticky fingers—or rather, his ability to "pickpocket"—has earned him a reputation as a sneaky thief, swiping trinkets and baubles with an air of playful disdain. Water-type moves, however, are his bane; their touch elicits a reaction of pure irritation, underscoring his volatile temper.

Despite his unruly demeanor, Momo possesses an unyielding ambition that fuels his every action. His determination to become strong sets him apart from the typical perception of Misdreavus as fragile or cunning but not powerful. Refusing to back down against weak adversaries, he’s a relentless spirit who strives for greatness, often brushing off doubts or obstacles in his path. His lofty aspirations make him a challenging yet fascinating Pokémon, one whose drive is nearly impossible to deter.

However, Momo’s feisty exterior masks a more vulnerable side, particularly his fear of being judged for his past. The idea of other Pokémon nagging or probing into his history unsettles him deeply, threatening the confident façade he works so hard to maintain.

Momo also takes pride in his appearance, often adorning himself with a striking elegance that mirrors the aesthetic of a female Misdreavus. He enjoys accentuating his ethereal glow and flowing mane-like features, using his charm to captivate those around him. This meticulous self-presentation is not without its quirks, as he relishes the attention it brings—except when someone misjudges his gender. Miscalculations regarding his identity spark his ire, and he’s quick to retort with a sharp comment or display his frustration through mischievous antics.

Rescue Team: TBD

KANE

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SEROBLISS

 

[icelunix]

Placeholder!

mwah mwah i'll get to this when i wake up.

 

[Dreamtique]

Castle The Hisuian Growlithe

Nickname: Castle Species: Hisuian Growlithe Gender: Male Appearance: His mane is always proudly left to be puffy and messy (he is very proud of his mane). His bangs usually hides his bright and enthusiastic amber eyes partially, but you can still reads his warm aura from the smile he wears. When he is feeling particularly great, he sometimes adorns his fluffy mane with small white flowers. He also wears a scarf of matching hue with his mane. His adoptive father always insisted for him to keep it on back in the snowy mountain. Move List: Bite, Howl, Helping Hand, Ember Personality: Castle is usually a little loud, a little suave, but it was not difficult to spot the masked insecurities he carries from his childhood for being the odds one out back when he lived in the snowy mountain of Auroradrift Isle among all the the ice types with his adoptive father, a senile Abomasnow. Both him and his father lived a rather recluse life away from others like outcasts. Castle is a bit of an awakward mon after all. Growing up, he always find difficulty getting along with other ice types for being a fire type. This insecurity manifested as his inability to use fire type moves effectively. Despite not always finding the confidence to show it, Castle has a strong desire to protect those around him, because he idolizes his father for always doing the same for him. Part of him also wants to do so to earn himself trust and friendships. He looks up to ice type Pokémon, and admires them greatly. This causes him to act more nervous than usual when he has to interact with any ice type Pokemon, or Pokemon that can use cool ice type moves in style. He always dream that he could use ice moves someday, 'to be as 'cool' as the ice types', so to speak in his own words. After the short years they spent together, his father fell into eternal sleep, he carried his father's wish to step outside the snowy scape, to explore, to find a place he can belong. Home Isle: Auroradrift Isle Rescue Team: TBD Snippets of past: "Ahem..." "So... once upon a time, there was a monster who lurked amid the snowy mountains." "He was angry at everything, everyone." "And when he was angry, the sky got weird, the air got frigid—" "What was he so angry at?" The young Growlithe looked up to the giant Abomasnow, tilting his head before resuming his tossing and turning, still trying to find a comfortable position in the Abomasnow's lap. "......." "Well actually..." "He was just... afraid, deeply afraid that he'd be trapped... in his own eternal snow, forever." "Is he afraid of the snow?" "No... he's afraid of... the cold." "The kind of cold you feel when there's no one around, when you feel a bit empty inside." "Oh... I know that feeling. Is it like... when those Vanillite ran away from me and spat snow in my eyes, even though I just wanted to play?" "Even though I promised I wouldn't lick them anymore......" The Growlithe twitched as he recalled, tensing up a bit, his tail tucked between his legs. "Those damn brats!!!" The Abomasnow raised his voice, the cold air in the cave resonating and growing angrier as well, energized by a freezing aura. But he quickly softened his tone, holding back to avoid startling the Growlithe lying on his lap. "I... am sure they are not worth your time anyway. Well—I mean, you can always find other friends." The Abomasnow squeezed the Growlithe gently, tucking him closer in his lap. "It's okay... papa. I know I am different... and I'll just have to try harder to prove that I can be a great friend as well." "You don't have to prove anything..." "But, yes." "The monster in the snow... always felt that way as well." "Because he was so deeply afraid, he didn't know what to do when the cold got to him, when the cold stung." "He wanted to stay angry... because when he wasn't angry, he would feel the cold even more." "You might wonder, Why him? And will it ever be possible for him to escape this eternal snow?" "He had done many regrettable things. He was not a good creature. He hurt others......" "He was a monster, after all, through and through." "So yes, this eternal snow is his punishment." "And the only way for the snow to stop was when he closed his eyes and went into a long, long sleep—a slumber that could outlast this eternal snow." "So he thought that was the only thing he could do." "But one fateful day, a kind fiery legendary came and woke him up. The legendary taught him a spell—they showed the snow monster how to start a fire." "The truth is, he was afraid of fire, but that was before he saw it burning in his bleak, pure white world." "The first time he saw the tiny flame, it was a brand-new color in his world." "He never thought he could ever feel warmth." "But he did, right there and then..." "...and that made him so, so happy." "When he carefully held the tiny flame within this never-ending snow in his arms—" "The snow didn't quite stop, but it became gentler......" "He had always thought about this eternal snow as a prison and came to hate this never ending cold." "But it was then, he came to realize..." "If I were to be trapped in this eternal snow, I might as well build myself the greatest, grandest Ice Castle." "So he did. He built a great, grand Ice Castle." "Within this Ice Castle, there was a warm flame, flickering, burning." "And that tiny flame turned the giant Ice Castle, into a home." "Wouldn't it melt the castle? Like how sometimes you tell me—" "No, not one bit, because he had the prettiest, gentlest, and warmest flame inside his castle." "I like this new story... papa. It's not boring this time..." "I'm glad you like it, Castle." "Papa..." "Are you finally not afraid of the cold now?" The Growlithe yawned, his eyelids drooping as he murmured under his breath. The little Growlithe curled up cozily in the Abomasnow's lap, now deeply asleep. The snowflakes outside the cave kept falling, ever so slightly glimmering as they floated through the moonlight.

Spoiler: The Snow Monster

 

[Minteafresh]

Mauve

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  Mae is a sleek, short furred 'mon with off-white fur and purple coloration on her face, chest and paws. The claws on the end of either paw are curved and sharp, something that she takes great pride in, and rumored to be tipped with poison. Mischievous red eyes are as bright as the golden, oval shaped gems on and her forehead and chest. A tufted feather emerges from one ear, and a trio of them are present on her back.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  A free spirited girl who is full of life. Those who know her might say she's full of too much life, for that mischievous smile and gleaming shine in her eyes aren't just for show. No. Mauve, or Mae as she prefers, is quite the troublemaker. Shes loud, proud and unapologetic for how others see her. After all, she's quite used to doubtful glances and suspicious leers, they roll off her back like water. Even if she claims to not notice them, she does. She just doesn't care.
  
  Mae is very 'big sis' coded. She'll get into scuffles, throwing down simply to defend a friends honor. Disrespect on anyone she holds dear is not tolerated, and it never will be. With her confrontational nature, it's not hard for her to stand up to anyone - even larger and stronger foes. Shes a stubborn thing, not one to give up even if things seem impossible.
  
  This stubborn, hard headed resolve is equal parts endearing and frustrating. Some may see this gritty gal as someone admirable, and someone else may see her as an annoying punk who doesn't know how to give up. Both are true of course, and she embraces the good and bad of herself wholeheartedly.
  
  Mae is often times seen as a confident, self assured 'mon who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal. She's not perfect, though dons an unbeatable demeanor that alludes to impressive inner strength. Truthfully, she's not as great as she claims to be - and she's emotionally aware enough to know it. She just can't allow herself to back down. For her, there's always been so much on the line that depends on her trekking forward, so she doesn't allow herself the feeling of hopelessness, that's not for people like her. She must be a pillar that others can lean on for support, never the one to need it.
  
  Helping those who cannot help themselves and being very selfless is something that surprises many about Mae. After all, encountering someone who is genuine in their efforts happens to be a very rare thing, though she does it earnestly. It works well with her older sibling energy; for as much as she may fuss or scold those around her, she still cares. And actions, after all, speak much louder then words.
  
  However, not all her actions are good. For light can not exist without darkness, and Mae has quite a few bad habits. Stealing, cheating, lying to name a few. She has an arsenal of questionable skills beneath her belt, from how to successfully shoplift to how to pick locks. It's not something she does just because she wants to, but because she usually had to. Of course, this is entirely up to perspective, as not everyone can agree upon right and wrong.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Mauve was born in a chilly mountain, one of the steep mountaintops that Auroradrift Isle was known for. However, she was ill prepared for the harsh climate, much to the chargin of her parents. Not being a natural ice type proved tough for her, and despite being of the same variety as her mom - it became clear early on that Mae couldn't cope.
  
  So, shortly after she was born, she was dropped off with an aunt who lived in Ebonshade Isle, made to grow up there, despite not being one of the many types that existed. Despite that, she got on quite well with her fellow Sneasel and Weevile cousins, and they ran about during the day and well into the night. Her aunt seemed to care very little about what her children got into, as long as they didn't cause too many problems.
  
  Unfortunately, problems were caused. Mae was quickly established as the problem child, for she especially had a habit of getting into scuffles for the odd whispers of an 'outsider' that followed. Her aunt had little patience, and would often threaten to send her back home to freeze if she kept it up. As one might imagine, Mae began to dislike her aunt and stayed out later and later - even for days at a time. She built a treehouse to sleep in, and picked fruit from the forest to eat should she get hungry.
  
  It was around these camper times that she met other young 'mon in similar situations. Perhaps not fully, but the general gist was that they had problems of their own that led to late night wandering. Sympathetic, she would often invite them over to her treehouse to stay over, and eventually built some sort of community among themselves with Mae at the top. Of course she never abused the authority, but instead became 'Big Sis Mae'.
  
  However love and kindness only get you so far in life. Her group of 'Sibs' ever growing, she toughed it out to provide for them, taking on odd jobs to make money to buy them things, foraging not always enough. However she lived in a part of town where services weren't always needed, so she resorted to stealing, lying - you name it. She knew it was wrong, but she also had a band of friends who she didn't want getting into trouble. So she got into trouble herself, including the reprimanding part. Even when it blew up and her aunt kicked her out, she didn't stop.
  
  Eventually, Mae set her sights bigger. She decided to become and adventurer. With the money she'd earn, she could send it back home. Get her 'sibs' a big house to live in, and a spread of delicious food. The day she set off was a sad one with tears, but Mauve doesn't regret her decision - sticking firm to it and refusing to give up.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Mae wears a multicolored scarf that, quite frankly, clashes in colors and looks like a poor first attempt. However, it's a piece that her 'Sibs' made her as a going away gift, each colored strand representing one of them.
  
  Mae hates the cold, alot. This is partly due to her being subjected to freezing temperatures when she was first born, to threat's of being sent away to her parents icy home when she misbehaved.
  
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[DistractionAttack]

Vexer The Skorupi

Nickname: Vexer Species: Skorupi Gender: Female Appearance: Vexer is a purple Skorupi with two little claws that they use to stab and pick stuff up. Although they mostly use their tail as a hand. Able to move their pincers to grab something and move it freely. She is average size for a Skorupi. Her stingers are tinted pink which her parents thought was strange ever since she was a kid. Along with a scar on her tail from the Venipede incident. Move List: Knock Off, Bite, Pin missile, Poison Sting Personality: Vexer is a confident and brash Pokémon who thrives on action. Bold and fearless, she's always the first to rush into danger or save someone in need, throwing herself into every mission with relentless determination. Her unwavering drive to protect others and succeed makes her an inspiring force to those around her. However, this recklessness stems from a deep-seated philosophy instilled by her parents: might makes right. They taught her that strength and renown determine a Pokémon's worth, and weakness is nothing but a liability. Terrified of being seen as weak or left behind, Vexer pushes herself to her limits, striving to prove her value no matter the situation. Her larger-than-life attitude is hard to miss-she has a habit of striking dramatic poses in battle, turning even a simple fight into an over-the-top performance. Despite this confidence, Vexer secretly treasures compliments and keeps small trophies from her missions as proof of her strength, though she'll never admit how much they mean to her. Her sharp pincers are always clicking when she's restless, and she's quick to turn everything into a competition, from racing through dungeons to who can carry the most loot. While her boldness can sometimes lead to trouble, her courage and refusal to give up make her a formidable ally and someone others can't help but admire. Home Isle: Golden Emberr Island Rescue Team: TBD Biography: In her early life, Vexer was a carefree and kind-hearted Pokémon. She loved simple things: playing with other Pokémon, digging burrows, and exploring the world around her. Her natural compassion often shone through-she would willingly give up the berries she found to help less fortunate Pokémon, even if it meant going hungry herself. But her parents frowned upon this behavior, seeing her kindness as a sign of weakness. Everything changed the day she was cornered by a swarm of Venipede. The overwhelming fear and helplessness of being pushed around left a lasting impression on her. Though her father saved her, it wasn't with comfort or reassurance—it was with scorn. Her parents told her that strength was the only way to survive. If she wanted respect, she had to take it for herself. Weakness, they said, was for those who couldn't endure, and anyone who lacked power would be seen as nothing more than a tool for others. This lesson both inspired and burdened her. Vexer was determined to live up to her parents' expectations, to prove that even though she was small, she had the potential to be so much more. But the pressure weighed heavily on her shoulders, driving her to push herself harder and harder. The kindness she once freely gave became buried beneath her bold, brash persona-a mask of confidence and fearlessness meant to hide the insecurities left by her parents' harsh teachings. Now, Vexer strives not just to survive but to prove herself, to everyone-including her parents-that she can become stronger than anyone ever thought possible. What better way to do that then to become an adventurer.

 

[Seiji]

Yamp the Yamper

Nickname: Yamp Species: Yamper Gender: Male Appearance: Looks like an average Yamper in size and shape. Yamps fur however is not like most Yampers are; the soft brown is a gentle blue, the normal yellows an icey blue, and the soft greens a dark gentle blue. Move List: Tackle - Normal-type - Physical Move A physical attack in which the user charges and slams into the target with its whole body. Tail Whip - Normal-type - Other Move The user wags its tail cutely, making opposing Pokémon less wary and lowering their Defense stats. Nuzzle - Electric-type - Physical Move The user attacks by nuzzling its electrified cheeks against the target. This also leaves the target with paralysis. Bite - Dark-type - Physical Move The target is bitten with viciously sharp fangs. This may also make the target flinch. Personality: Usually very chipper and happy-go-lucky, but he can give some serious side eye. Yamps grew up in a litter of Yampers, being one of the youngest, he might not have been the youngest, but he wasn't entirely sure he was the smallest for sure in his litter. He learned quickly it was better to get along with everyone and just be friendly, wanting to play with others made it easier to get along. He didn't like when anyone shouted or argued, his large ears were sensitive to that so he does whatever he can to make others happy. He's quick to call others friend and also quick to let go anything that might be 'bad' that someone had done to him. Called him ugly, because he was blue? He would have it shrugged off in no time and acting like everything was fine and back to trying to be your friend. He doesn't appear to have insults stick to him. It does weigh on him, but he only lets it be as such in quiet. Maybe staying up late to have a good cry from time to time and then he'd be back to normal. Home Isle: Mirage Bay -- Thunderreach Rescue Team: TBD Biography: Yamps lived in Thunderreach all his life, or at least, as far as he knew. He didn't remember ever living anywhere else after all. He wasn't sure if he was really the youngest of his litter growing up, but he was the smallest and often got picked on for it by his bigger siblings. But none of it was done to be mean, it was just what little pups do. He did grow up to be a normal size, but he lives with the memory of being called "Midge" from his siblings. However, growing up, he hadn't really done anything extravagant or very noteworthy, he had a pretty average upbringing. He learned, he grew, he fetched balls. He loved playing fetch, as most Yampers do. Often asking new friends he meets if they have a ball, when they do, he asks if they want to play some catch for a while! If they don't, he's happy to just say 'okay maybe next time!' then continue on as needed. (Should be all done unless someone thinks I should add more XD)

 

[Noivian]

Clara the Eevee

Nickname: Clara Species: Shiny Eevee Gender: Female Appearance: Standing at 1 foot tall and weighing 14 pounds, Clara seems to be pretty standard for a shiny Eevee, save for a discoloration in her eyes. The rounded white coloration on her tail denotes that she is a female, though it's not a label she holds terribly fast - the gender usually fits. Her bright blue eyes glisten with curiosity, and her grey fur has a well-cared-for shine to it. She wears a dark blue star bandana tied around her neck, resting just above her neck fluff. Move List: Quick Attack, Sand Attack, Tail Whip, Growl Personality: Clara is rather sheltered, preferring to believe the best in everyone, and is often confused or shocked when a Pokemon turns out to be mean. She's not experienced bullies before, though her father warned her that there might be some in the Guild, and is fairly poor at defending herself against them. She's got an explorative and curious spirit, coupled with bravery and determination to carry out whatever she wants to do. She'll help anyone, with or without promise of reward, simply because it's the right thing to do. She believes heavily in the idea of justice and karma, but knows it's not always her place to be the one to deliver either. Despite this, she also believes in second chances, and that anyone who wants to try to change can become better. Overall, Clara is the heroic type, though she is often heavily naïve about the true nature of the world. The one topic she avoids, which threatens to upend her entire moral compass, is the topic of her mother, whom she's not sure she can ever fully forgive for leaving. Home Isle: Mirage Bay Rescue Team: TBD Biography: To understand Clara's upbringing, one must travel back to a time before her egg had ever been laid, back to the time of her parents, when rival teams Full Moon and Rainfall were in operation. Team Full Moon consisted of Sylveon and Umbreon, whereas team Rainfall consisted of Vaporeon and Leafeon. The two teams couldn't stand each other, constantly butting heads over the tiniest of details, fighting over each and every job notice, and refusing to cooperate or talk it out. Of all of them, Sylveon and Leafeon seemed to despise each other the most. The two had been childhood friends, once upon a time, but ever since an event either only refer to as "the Incident", neither of them can stand to be in the same room as the other. In the middle of the night, one night, Vaporeon caught Leafeon sneaking out of their shared base. Something rubbed Vaporeon the wrong way about this - it wasn't like Leafeon to sneak around. Instead of asking the other where she was going, he simply followed her, using water and shadows to maintain cover. Imagine Vaporeon's surprise when he found Leafeon meeting up with Sylveon in a secluded location! The two weren't even fighting or arguning - they bumped noses in a friendly manner and settled down together to talk. They even seemed quite friendly! Slinking away, Vaporeon decided to keep this information to himself. He knew Sylveon had come from a reputable family of rescuers and explorers, and that his Incident with Leafeon coincided with him forming a rescue team - Vaporeon had always assumed the Incident had been an argument the two had over forming a team. Now, Vaporeon wondered if the whole Incident had been a farce used to hide their growing relationship from Sylveon's parents. Still, Vaporeon said nothing, even when Leafeon announced one day that she would be leaving Nebuline as a whole, for good. He said nothing, as his team was effectively dissolved, as Sylveon was declared missing due to a mysterious cave-in, as Leafeon left him a singular egg to take care of and a note saying she was sorry. When the authorities asked him if he knew anything in relation to the cave-in, perhaps suspecting foul-play, he claimed he knew nothing. But sometimes, when he goes into Reeftide town, and passed Umbreon on the street, they share a knowing look. Neither would speak on this matter ever again; Sylveon and Leafeon were happy somewhere together, that's all that mattered. Clara hatched one day, not too long after Reeftide had stopped talking about Sylveon's mysterious disappearance and Leafeon's possible involvement. People had naturally assumed Vaporeon had been Clara's father, since he'd been taking care of her egg, and that Leafeon had been the mother. A shame, the townsfolk had said. A shame Clara's mother was a suspected murderer. A shame Leafeon had abandoned Vaporeon with their child. A shame that Clara would have this hanging over her for her entire life. No one considered that perhaps Clara was more related to Sylveon, who also had darker blue eyes, instead of Vaporeon. Should anyone ask, Vaporeon would vehemently claim Clara was his. When the rumors became too much for Vaporeon to handle, he took Clara to the edge of the isles, living in a small sea cave on the coast, just beyond Thunderreach, only going into town for necessities, and relying on his foraging experience to find things of value to trade with. Clara grew up in this cave, it's all she'd known for much of her life. If she ever asked about her mother, Vaporeon would tell her that her mother has gone far away, but loves her very much. Vaporeon never told her about who her real father is, allowing her to believe he is her biological father. Sooner or later, however, her lineage was bound to show through. So when news reached the two of the Guild's recruitment drive, Clara decided she wanted to sign up, to get out there and see more of the world, and maybe find her mother. It took a lot of convincing, but Vaporeon knew he couldn't keep her in here forever. So, with his blessing, and with the gift of a dark blue star bandana, he sent her on her way.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Stella the Joltik

Nickname: Stella Species: Joltik Gender: Female Appearance: A small joltik with extra fluffy fur because she always spends extra time to groom herself. She wears a blue ribbon that she wraps around her neck like a scarf. Move List:

• Absorb
• Furry Cutter
• Electro Web
• Bug Bite

Personality: Stella is a feisty little arachnid that talks loudly so she can feels bigger than she actually is. A smug brat who talks as if she has everything under control. However when confronted with actual conflict she most of the time would choose to run and hide, a move which she would claim as smart, though some might see it as cowardice. Home Isle: - Rescue Team: TBD Biography: Stella wasn't originally the joltik's name, it was the name of the human who owned her. A sickly 10 years old girl who can do nothing but sit on the bed all day, the joltik was given to her as a companion so she wouldn't feel so lonely and they formed a great bond over time. One day they boarded a plane so they could travel to another region for a surgery, but suddenly the entire plane shakes violently and everyone was in panic. Hugging the joltik tight, the girl put her pokemon back into the pokeball and hold it tight. When the joltik managed to get out of the pokeball, she was stranded on a beach. No sign of her human, or the airplane, or everyone else. She's alone there not sure what she should do with her life. After wandering around for a while she finally managed to settle a job under a pawmot as an 'electric massage therapist' which is basically just her using her small size to help bigger pokemon clean their unreachable nook and crannies. It's a rewarding job that make her feels useful to other pokemon. Yet she couldn't help but gaze at the horizon, looking at the wall of fog that surrounds the archipelago. Deep down she had a hunch on what was likely happened that day in the airplane, but she still wants to make sure of it. So she decided to join the explorer guild, if there's anyone who might explore beyond the fog, it would be the explorers. She prays that one day she can miraculously meet the girl again, even if its just one last time.